One of the benefits of this Covid lockdown is the necessity to stay close to home. In so doing, I have had the opportunity to frequent myself with the hidden gems on my doorstep. During my daily walks I have discovered new footpaths and new habitats, and not only discovered their whereabouts but also what …
I recall William Wordsworth as banks of these bright yellow stars mark the transition from Winter to Spring. Most people think that his favourite flowers were daffodils, but in actual fact, they were the celandines of which he wrote so fondly. Lesser celandines are part of the buttercup family (ranunculus ficaria), and are renowned for …
Continue reading “There is a plant that shall be mine, tis the little celandine”
I have always sought adventures; the chance to experience something new or unusual; a ‘gypsy’ nomad, in search of novelty. But now that life has gone from global to local, the challenge, for all of us, is to discover novelty much closer to home. It is not as hard as I first expected. Today’s ‘adventure’ …
Continue reading The Gypsy’s Drove: a ghost yard of travellers past
A dull thud broke into the morning stillness. “A sparrow has just hit my window, Mum”. I stop what I am doing and step outside. It doesn’t augur well, many a small life has ended this way. I approach a bundle of feathers, still alive with eyes that are sharp and blazing. I stare back …
Time to start writing again Well my dear followers, it has been a while since my last post but what a great opportunity I have now that I have given up working at the university to start writing again. I hope you enjoy these posts and that you manage to keep safe and well at …
What a beautiful time of year January can be. Today was meant to be ‘blue Monday’ but I refuse to be convinced by this mindset. As I walk quietly beside the river Stour, the bright blue sky illuminates a countryside brimming with new beginnings. It has been a quiet and benign month so far; …
I was feeling in a good mood. It was 1 o'clock in the morning and I was unloading camping gear from my car after having been at a music festival. All was well. Then Henry my cat appeared at my feet with a tiny bird between his jaws. “Henry” I ordered. “Drop it”. I scooped …
As the light from the setting-sun diminishes, I sit in my August garden and recollect the delights of this sun-drenched season; the camping trips, the music and the adventures. My thoughts then turn to the magic of high-summer nights and to my last nocturnal escapade in late July to see the glowworms of North Dorset …
In a flight of spontaneity, I find my car involuntarily turning towards the brown signs that lead me to Westonbirt Arboretum. Turning into the carpark, I was instantly glad I had come. Trees are truly magnificent. Their dazzling shapes, presence and personalities, and the cool, stippled light they provide. It is a steamy hot July …
Now here is a place to stop and unwind under the April-blue sky. The daffodils sway like buttery flags in the breeze that skims over the snow-capped mountains. Beneath the daffodils, tiny celandine tell their own story, reflecting their brightness from their small, yellow discs. Meanwhile the rabbits squeak playfully in the adjacent fields. I …
